Dear Brooklyn,
You are my little girl.
You are full of life. You love life. You are an amazing little girl.
You
are a great big sister. You are always willing to help or share. Molly
looks up to you and wants to do anything you are doing.
You
love attention. You are rarely shy around grown ups. If there are
adults around you want to dance around or show off something you drew or
something you learned.
You are sweet. Never
forgetting your hugs and kisses and randomly telling me that you love me
or I am beautiful. You say please and thank you.
You
are sometimes inappropriate. Like when we are at someone's house and we
tell you you are silly you respond with "your face is silly." That's
your dad's fault, by the way.
You are a social
butterfly. You are constantly asking to go see if the neighbors can
play or if you could have a friend over. You love to be surrounded by
people, young or old.
You love to sing. If
there is a song on the radio that you like, you will sing it, even if
you don't know the words, and you rarely do. And if you do know the
words you tell me to stop singing so you can sing it by yourself.
You
love to dance. Play an upbeat song and I can guarantee that you will be
up shaking it. I love watching So You Think You Can Dance cause you
dance like crazy, trying to imitate moves the dances are making.
You
love to color. It is probably your favorite thing to do. You are so
good, too. You stay in the lines and creating your own patterns. You
love to draw people and have me write their names down so you can copy
it next to their picture. It is fun seeing you flourish in something
that I have always loved.
You are a picky
eater. Extremely picky. You'll eat about five things that aren't candy
or desserts: cereal, cheese pizza, chicken nuggets, cheese quesadillas,
and plain
Pasta. Everything else: it depends in the day and
who else is eating it but don't hold your breathe. And nothing can be to
hard or too cold or too soft or too hard or too green or too anything.
Think Goldilocks except porridge is out of the question.
When
you are any kind of uncomfortable or extremely happy your hands go
immediately to your mouth. I always have to tell you to move your hands
so I can understand why you are saying but I love that it is a sure way
to tell how you re feeling.
You are beautiful.
I love your big hazel eyes and your long eyelashes. I love the way your
top lip curves up. I love the way your straggly hair is always in your
face. And I definitely love the way your face still holds a bit of your
baby chubbiness.
You are so many things, Brooklyn, but my favorite part about you is that you are mine. We will always be together.
I love you.
Sincerely, mom
